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That's right...today is the 50th post on the Mestee Blogger. To celebrate, I've kicked it up a notch by adding the new little individual entry title field. Exciting, isn't it?

Last night, Irf and I went to see the Red Sox game with the future Mr. Amy DeCamp. He had between 8 and 10 other guys there for his bachelor party, which began a few hours before Irf and I met up with them in front of Fenway. By the time we got there, Mark had a shot glass that read "Show Me Your Boobs and I'll buy you a Shot" hanging from string around his neck, along with this contraption around his ankle. The "ball" part of the ball and chain was actually made of foam rubber, but the "chain" was actually a chain, sans quotes. With security being as tight as it is at Fenway, we thought the odds were probably 60/40 in favor of having to remove the ball and chain. Here's how it went down:

Security Guard: (looking at chain/ball) You gettin' married?
Mark: Yeah.
Security Guard: That sucks.

So Mark had to spend the whole game with a ball and chain around his ankle. And a blow up doll, later dubbed the "Rally Bitch", in the seat next to him. They didn't buy the doll a ticket, it just worked out that way. After the Sox lost, Irf and I had wait in line in the hot, sweaty underbelly of Kenmore station, along with hundreds of other disappointed fans. It took us over an hour and a half to get home.

Speaking of non sequiturs, William Shatner has a new album coming out. CORBIS!
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